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A Giggling Hive
04:18
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And so a crisis comes to take the life of the common man
Rushes in to claim the old and vet the new
Orders from, oh Lord above, witness his brutal hand
Slither across the garden of an empty pew
These are strange times we’re living in
And so the virus, this disease, this blight you’ve cast upon
Creeping past iconic highways of the isles
Go one for one, come two for two, it grew and the panic ensued
Killed your mother, baby
Stopped her heart and it went
Off like a landmine
All remain inside
The city’s overwhelmed
There’s no hospital beds
Overnight timebomb
And generation gone
You do as your told
Baby, as your told
Your solitude will end up saving lives
In these strange times
Go four for four, come more and more, terrify, you can herd em inside
In the streets, there’s not a soul there is not a sound
Bank accounts are full of doubts, worldwide there’s a giggling hive
They stopped the world this morning
It no longer turns today
Off like a landmine
All remain inside
The city’s overwhelmed
There’s no hospital beds
Overnight timebomb
And a generation gone
You do as your told
Baby, as your told
Your solitude will end up saving lives in these strange times
Instrumental
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Father fell victim to the demagogue
Shouting and cursing at the wind
He’s afraid, he’s always been
Cowering behind some blinds to cast the blame
My father fell victim to the demagogue
And Saturday he came home with a gun
Quoting lines in others words
As if a bird’s verbatim sing could sway my belief
Like some gypsy man
He gonna hit the streets
To roam as a hurricane
In the middle of the eye
A quiet riot through town to the countryside, alright
My father fell victim to the demagogue
One drink and then so many more
He’s ashamed, he’s at war
With the thoughts that clutch his mind to no avail
Out on the avenue
An engine screams as loud as an aeroplane
In a Chevy, riding cool
That gypsy man is gonna run like the outer winds of the fringe
Ride on...
Gonna tell him ride on, ride on
Can you tell him ride on?
Ride on!
So I tell him ride on, ride on...
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A Trumpet Will RIng Out
02:38
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Come about and lower the sail
Did you see that fire in the sky?
Flaring bright and soaring high
Gabriel rides the lightning down
And his trumpet will ring out a hallowed song
None of us will be forgiven
Yes, when the angel will play us his one note song
None of us will be forgiven
Anchor down, surrender now
There’s a holy ghost that knows your name
Flaring bright and soaring high
Gabriel rides the lightning down
Yes, his trumpet will ring out a hallowed song
None of us will be forgiven
Yes, when the angel will play us his one note song
None of us will be forgiven
So get on the move
To sunshine city, kick me the hollywood groove
Catch me if you can
You gotta get on the move
Yes, his trumpet will ring out a hallowed song
None of us will be forgiven
Yes, when the angel will play us his one note song
None of us will be forgiven
No, none of you will be forgiven
None of us will be forgiven
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Time flies for the unchained
January's gone by in flames
So now, lines cut your face
And days run like razor blades
You live and die for the full ride as a clot of chemicals
Like the ones that fuse to love you so, I curse their longevity
Because they just won’t tire.
You be free and smile
I’ll be down in New York
Whistling for a cab you rang back in ‘09
Back when you said
Dance me through manhattan
How could you forget?
Waiting, I’m waiting for the day that you cease to roam
You accept your faults and that you’re coming home
But, my cold blueberry nose
I got frostbitten bitter bones
My cold soul is exposed...
You live and die for your whole life as a clot of chemicals
And I got ones that fuse to miss you so, curse their longevity
Because they just won’t tire at all
So be free and smile
I’ll be down in New York
Whistling for a cab you rang back in ‘09
Back when you said
Dance me through manhattan
How could you forget?
You be free and smile
I’ll be down in New York
Whistling for a cab you rang back in ‘09
Back when you said
Dance me through this city
How could you forget?
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5. |
Hey, California
02:51
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Hey, California
I hear you calling at my name
And though the years slip by
I know I’d return to you one day
If I roll the dice on you once again
You know I’m a gambling man
Roll the dice like a fool
Gonna kick it on home
The road is long, I know
Hey California,
I think the writings on the wall
Said, it took a little time to breathe
Focus in to read your scrawl
If I roll the dice on you once again
You know I’m gambling man
Roll the dice like a fool
Gonna kick it on home
The road is long, I know
Hey, California
I hear ya calling out my name
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